bruised and half open today i lost sight of importance we made time slow like our senses, robbed ourselves of life's essentials lit a fire on a dry lake bed
a bulldog Saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakes Lived in the shadow of the mountains With the smells of disinfectant Dusty old leather and the polished wood of his bed
a bulldog Saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakes Lived in the shadow of the mountains With the smells of disinfectant, dusty old leather And the polished wood of his bed
